It’s Only a Flesh Wound


We have new playmates for Gandy coming soon. Ann frets about her behavior when the grand daughters are here briefly. I don’t worry so much about her behavior as her accidental injury to humans because she is just so “involved” in everything we do.

I was high up on an 8 foot step ladder yesterday picking beans from the top of the Garden Fortress. I looked behind me as a prepared to step back down, and there was the dog’s head sticking out between the rungs, as she got ready to come up and join me.

She is relentless in play with other dogs–like the #120 golden retriever Jessie AND #60 black lab Roxie that my neighbor brought down a few days ago for a play date on Nameless Creek. After a long romp in and around the water, the larger dogs lay in the shade on the sandy ground, panting, while Gandy bounded back and forth overtop of them, taunting them to get back up and play.

She does something similar to me when I am sitting at my desk working on the keyboard. She loathes being ignored. No amount of scolding or shouting or lunging at her will dissuade her. And turning my full attention to her while sitting in my chair  only buys a half a minute of pause from her barking and yipping commences: COME PLAY!

So I sit long-legged on the floor, and we wrestle. She is really doing well not actively biting but only mouthing, but her teeth and claws are not Nerf look-alikes, and we bump too hard from time to time. Or worse.

This morning, actually while I was working on something for the blog besides this pitiful tale, we were playing like two pups, and one of her dew claws raked a gash in my left forearm. I didn’t think anything about it, but a few minutes later, it was bleeding more than most superficial scratches.

I went to the bathroom and washed it in cold water, and there was a gaping wound, not full thickness but down into the upper dermis, pulled apart like the cloth between buttons of a fat man’s shirt. It could use a stitch, though cosmetic concerns ended a long long time ago. I’m more worried about the nasty bugs out there that might want to live in my healing skin.

I had to find some gauze pads and wraps that will stay on my hairy arm long enough for the wound to heal over. Try doing this alone with one hand.

Had this injury been to one of the grand daughters, that would be a pretty big deal. And yeah, I know: I need to buy a set of dog toenail clippers and protect my hide from any more manly scars.

The Black Knight is invincible! I’ve had worse. It’s only a flesh wound! Come on then!

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. There’s a thing called PediPaws (or something similar) that files their nails down quickly and smoothly, and it’s supposed to be more comfortable for the animal.

  2. Thanks for the tip, Carrie…ordered and should be here the day the Delicate Flowers from South Dakota arrive on Goose Creek. But we’ll not mention it to Gandy just yet. : > }

  3. Fred,
    You’ve worked hard with Gandy and made much progress. But, I think you should listen to your wife. Fear of dogs can happen in an instant to children, and may last a lifetime.

  4. I agree with Marcia. Dogs need to learn to play differently with other dogs and people. She needs to learn limits in how she treats people.